Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Whodini,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.